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It’s bad enough that I refuse to assemble my own furniture. But I’m not doing myself any favors by adding flowers, fashion magazines, and vogue collector items to my new coffee table. At the end of the day I’m left wondering, “Is my style too gay?”

My decorating tastes are vastly different from my family and friends. I have a weakness for beauty and an affinity for chicness. Most people would regard these things as positives, but do I have too much of a good thing?

Every decorater (amateurs included) doubts the vision they have for their personal space. Add this. Subtract that. Move it this way. It’s a never ending game of chess. Is the endgame just Gay? Why can’t I opt for the traditional dark hues and masculine pieces that litter most bachelor pads. The struggle is real apparently and has no end in sight.

Yes, my furnishings and decorating choices might be regarded as flamboyant and anti-masculine. But I’m ok with that. A home should be a reflection of the inhabitant and how they wish the world to be. Are the furnishings too gay? Maybe. Is that a problem? Not at all.

Never doubt a vision and never doubt yourself. I’ve come too far to turn back now…stay tuned.

What do you do when there’s no professional photographer or camera? You prop your phone up on the desk, set a timer, and strike a pose. Today, I was having a bit of melancholy mid-week moment. It only took a silly expression, bizarre pose, and some attitude to turn the day around. Keep the positive energy flowing in 2016.

There’s a special place in hell for the person who made assembly necessary. Or there could be a place in hell for those too lazy to assemble their own furniture. Either way, I hate assembly! It’s my own personal form of torture.

I am redoing my living room as you know (see gallery wall posts below). This chic coffee table with mid-century overtones went on sale and I snapped it up. While I’m exciting to get the table in my apartment, I am dreading assembly. Most could easily put together a coffee table, but past experiences have taught me that even the simplest assembly is not within my skillset.

I have an eye for style, the ability to lift the heaviest of items, and can coordinate a room like no other. But why can’t I assemble furniture? Maybe God thought I would be too arrogant if I was blessed with that gift. Luckily I have a buddy who is excellent at assembly. One call and one dinner should be enough to get him over and to work. Don’t judge me.